'No one said anything to us about you being Acting Supreme Grand Master,' muttered Brother Doorkeeper.
'Well, that's all you know because I bloody well am because Supreme Grand Master asked me to open the Lodge on account of him being delayed with all this coronation work,' said Brother Watchtower haughtily. 'If that doesn't make me Acting Supreme Grand bloody Master I'd like to know what does, all right?'
'I don't see why,' muttered Brother Doorkeeper. 'You don't have a grand title like that. You could just be called something like, well . . . Rituals Monitor.'
'Yeah,' said Brother Plasterer. 'Don't see why you should give yourself airs. You ain't even been taught the ancient and mystic mysteries by monks, or anything.'
'We’ve been hanging around for hours, too,' said Brother Doorkeeper. 'That's not right. I thought we'd get rewarded…'
Brother Watchtower realized that he was losing control. He tried wheedling diplomacy.
'I'm sure Supreme Grand Master will be along directly,' he said. 'Let's not spoil it all now, eh? Lads? Arranging that fight with the dragon and everything, getting it all off right, that was something, wasn't it? We've been through a lot, right? It's worth waiting just a bit longer, okay?'
The circle of robed and cowled figures shuffled in grudging agreement.
'Okay.'
'Fair enough.'
'Yeah.'
'Certainly.'
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